So I come to your event In my well rehearsed mystique I show up an hour late But I've been ready for a week And you float into the hallway like some neon silohuette I'm slowly losing oxygen and my hands are soaking wet all the cameras and reporters piling up on one another just to get a look at you they all want an interview

Then I make my move push them out of my way but I still just don't know what to say